"How will I know that you'll be good, doing the things you know you should?"

For all of the flak Roosh V gets, one thing [above all] irritates me.

And that is:

He is called a “sex tourist”.

Nothing, in fact, could be further from the Truth.

He is, as he claims to be, a “love tourist”.

He simply does it penis–first.

Sadly, for the man himself, this is an effort doomed to failure.

For all of his wisdom and experience [which, I freely grant, is considerable], he is still that scientist that gambles on physical/chemical laws to grant him a win.

For all of his rants/observations on the irrationality of women, he expects to somehow trump every bit of it via logic and study.

Whether it be through psychological understanding, chemical [oxytocin] bonding, etc.

In brief:

He’s seeking an irrational goal [Love] utilizing rational means.

Hence, doomed to failure.

What he’s yet to comprehend, that artists such as myself have understood for centuries is, when it comes to women:

It’s best to put your worst foot forward.

Show them the rage/pain/turmoil within you poetically, incrementally, unashamedly and, most of all, unapologetically.

If done properly, they will love you unconditionally [through your work] without ever having even heard your voice.

This is what convicts and artists have understood/still understand at some level.

And, for all of our faults:

Always will.

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